#im yet again torn and it's not like it's really a bad thing Im just disappointed in myself for the majority of this month on this account

[personwhowrites]

TF141 reaction to reader doing a russian reload?

This is really hilarious to me because I done bots for character ai on Ghost, Price and König reacting to you doing the Russian reload. Anywho!

John Captain Price

Price didn’t see it at first, he thought nothing of it until you did it again. It clearly surprised him, he wasn’t never told you had Russian roots.

He does question you, like a lot. Price develops this trust issue, since he has been through a lot already and that added to it. Price does try to maintain calm near you but finds it impossible knowing you might be hiding other things from him and the team.

If you are a Russian spy he would immediately turn you in. No questions asked, he can’t risk the men on his team. It would be hard for him to come to terms you were a spy. Someone that couldn’t be trusted, over so much bonding time.

If you weren’t a Russian spy but somehow How knew how to reload the guns like that. price would take you out the habit and make sure you never do it again. If you do, he slightly lectures you.

“Y/n.. please know I’m doing this for your own good.” Price says, his hands on his hips. “It’s has to.. reload like that. Especially in abase with a British and Americans here..”

“Sorry..”

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Kyle, well he knew something was off about you the moment you stepped into the base. Your form to do this seemed out of place to be British, your accent was.. too strong. More forced than Ghost, Price and himself. He didn’t want to tell anyone when he saw you reload the gun.

Kyle wasn’t sure if he saw it correctly, but finally managed to talk to you. Started to ask you, pressure you into answering if you were Russian. Having a past with Russians he starts to feel off of around you, Kyle starts making big distance between you and him. Price catches on and asks Kyle what’s happening.

Kyle rats you out to price, which he felt bad about. He didn’t want to make your life hell, for you to be locked up in an interrogation room. If you did turn out to be Russian spy all that guilt would go away, immediately.

If you weren’t Russian and you just had a habit of reloading your guns he would feel terrible. To the point he would apologize none stop, when you two crossed paths. He would try to help you out to get out the habit of reloading guns like that. Kyle wanted to make sure no one else made the same mistake he did.

“..Y/n Im so sorry it’s just.”. Kyle pauses and takes a deep breath. “I.. assume you were..”

“..It’s okay..” You reply patting his arm. “We can later look back at this and have a good laugh..”

John Soap Mactavish

Soap would be minding his own business in the firing range. He didn’t expect less or more from you, Soap never really payed attention to anything. Yet that one day he did, he saw you reload. It wasn’t just a silly mistake, oh no no you fully reloaded every single time the same.

Soap would waste no time and handcuff you with zip ties. He would embarrase you by dragging you out, saying ‘got myself a Russian.’ Little did he know those words would he the death of your career. Price would take you away for interrogation, Soap would try to go in the room to see you but Price wouldn’t let him.

If you were a Russian spy he would feel some sort of guilt for exposing you. All that joke turned out to be true, and now he is torn between being glad he caught you or.. sad that he did.

If you weren’t a Russian spy and like the past others told them that you have a habit or reloading guns like that. My guy.. he would feel like the worst leader/Sargent, he almost ruined your career before even asking you why you reloaded like that. He would do anything opening doors for you, giving you small gifts/candy to make up for his mistakes.

“..Y/n Im so sorry..” Soap says shaking his head. “I should have asked instead of..”

“It’s okay.. I suppose..” You mumble and sigh. “I don’t like mint chocolate..”

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost always had this suspicion of you, when he saw you reload the gun. He immediately has all his suspicions confirmed. Like soap he didn’t waste no time, he put zip ties on your wrist and dragged you to Price office. Ghost felt disgusted knowing you been lying and possibly have been a rat on their missions.

Ghost always has a grudge against you. The others didn’t know why, but as soon as he told them what you did. It clicked, Ghost guy has been telling you were bad news to the base, possibly a rat. He didn’t even bother to let you explain yourself. Ghost would be the one that interrogate you, no questions asked.

If you were a Russian spy, he would have to hold his anger back. Knowing his gut was right, and him rejecting it. Price would have to take him out the room and let yourself turn yourself in. Ghost wouldn’t even want you to live at the point, all he saw red..

If you weren’t a Russian spy he would deny it. Ghost wouldn’t drop it all, forcing you take a lie detector test over and over. Until he finally saw you were telling the truth. Ghost after that would put a lot of distance between the two of you. He hated that he almost harmed you, almost made you break under his ways. Ghost wouldn’t apologize in any way, he would just.. stare at you for long periods of times regretting his mistake.

#cod fandom #simon ghost riley #cod #cod fanfic #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod x you #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #cod soap #captain john price #cod ghost #john price #cod gaz #cod price #Simon ghost

[wttcsms]

Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again. 

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life. 

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship. 

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you. 

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment. 

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart. 

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya. 

“Were you looking for something?” 

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide. 

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.” 

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?” 

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind. 

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend? 

“What are you talking about?” 

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly? 

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.” 

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.” 

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him. 

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you. 

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf. 

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment. 

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him. 

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?” 

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.” 

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this. 

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him, 

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.” 

“Huh?” This catches his attention. 

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?” 

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question. 

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him. 

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch. 

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

#atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #one shot #drabble #imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #wttcsms writing warmups #this fic is so taylor coded btw #'please don't ever become a stranger's whose laugh i could recognize anywhere' #< that's literally reader n atsumu rn #wanted to leave it vague but #reader breaks up w atsumu bc they're both going in diff directions in life and she doesn't want to 'hold him back' #EVEN THOUGH ATSUMU WOULD REARRANGE HIS WHOLE LIFE FOR HER AND FOLLOW HER ANYWHERE #but she wants him to do whatever HE wants

[salad-006]

I know you already gave us your thoughts about Eddsworld Legacy, but what do you think about Eddsworld Beyond for now?

To be completely honest, I'm really on the fence with beyond. They're in like this weird fluctuating state, and to me that comes off like them not knowing what they're doing

Sometimes we'll get something hilarious, but more often than not beyond feels awkard and rushed. Stilted is the best word i think. (I'm also just really not a fan of jons animation for the show, which doesn't help at all. His EW style has always felt extremely flat to me ,sorry jon)

More options down below vv

Stuff usually feel unfinished or rushed somehow , ex surf n turf. Part one was probably the most uncomfortable episodes we've gotten so far. you could've easily rearranged things so that the intro of them arriving at the beach was at the beginning of part two, and have it be a single episode. It feels like filler before the actual plot starts next episode

It kinda feels like they're trying to imitate every aspect of Edds work, and it's giving me like. Skinwalker vibes. I get it, Edd made little short animtions with random new characters occasionally. But when a full team makes one with a new character, ties an ad read to it, then never touches that character again, it feels confusing and out of place. IDK i just feel like you loose that ability to just make whatever you want when you put together a team, even if its a small indie group. Maybe im wrong there but the point is i thouht the birds and the bees was dumb

I'll keep my option on the team brief. I don't hate anyone on the team nor do i think any of them are Bad People, but there's definitely been a lot of questionable behavior that has come from these guys. Example, I've always been offput by their relationship with Tord’s characters. In the website they put this:

Yet consistently tease the fans with his existence (ex the caveman episode, tori being canonized, his picture clearly torn out in SnT1, having an entire month of tord merch) Either address the situation or don't, guys. You can't sarcastically be like "oh get over it" when YOU'RE the ones that keep bringing him back. You didn't even answer the question dude, no wonder so many kids beg for his return

I guess I can't be THAT pissed when the money all went to charity, but it still just feels inherently weird and disrespectful to merchandise this character after his creator removed him nearly 15 years ago. Atleast Tomska allegedly asked permission and had good intentions. This feels like they (beyond) just don't give a fuck. If any team members are reading this I'm BEGGING YOU: STOP LETTING THEM BRING BACK TORD . THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT . Tord Larsson deserves to be left alone, and to stop getting connected to this show in his past.

Despite everything, I still want to support the team. I'll be honest, SnT2 gave me hope for the series I haven't had in quite a while. It wasn't the greatest, but it was a step upwards. And I'd love to see them keep going up ! Genuinely, I would love nothing more than to see these guys succeed in recreating what made the show good initially. Eddsworld changed my life, so really its incredible to see it still kicking around today. Even if it's in this weird, amorphous glob state. They just need to figure out what the hell they're doing

TLDR: the current state of the show is kinda rough, the team feels discombobulated and has made some weird decisions, however I still have hope that they can make this into something amazing someday

#eddsworld

[werebutch]

@eucyon Oh my god tumblr ate your ask I’m so lucky I screenshotted. So mad I have to type again . Thank you so much for dis question it’s so fun and made me really think to be honest ^__^ ILYSMMMM this is long but it’s too fun

This is Lynx’s most popular album, Conspiracy Theories. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a pic of lynx as the cover even if it’s silly. I really like rabbit imagery in music anyways though so I think it’s nice. I was inspired by Alice In Chains album covers and also fleshwater’s ‘we’re not here to be loved’. I tried to find a way to make it more 'gritty' but I couldn’t unfortunately 😭 I like how the title looks, like they just got a label maker and smacked it on..heheh

I imagine that this album is about relationship anxiety, betrayal, resentment, anti social tendencies, infidelity, and aliens. Probably not little green men, maybe more like the thing kind of fleshy imagery. Definitely appealing to atlas and scotch in different ways. Tool’s Undertow is a good example (off the top of my head..) of the sound I’m thinking of, so… prog? Or at least heavily inspired. I’m bad with genres heheh

im currently trying to either become okay with roadkill's name, or decide on a new one.. so im not making any album covers for them yet lol but i will post when i do..

I think roadkill would take a lot of inspo from their fave band so their style is probably heavily influenced by Lynx. Scotch adds a lot of sampling, distortion, whatever..idk I don’t make music.. and atlas is a big fan of slow tempo and bass. think its important to note that atlas doesnt play bass like a bassist in this album, he plays it more like a guitarist. kind of. hope that makes sense. I’ve always been really torn about roadkill’s genre, it’s been everywhere and tends to change. scotch and atlas’ styles would be vastly different if they were solo, so I think that’s why i am so indecisive . I think I just have to keep reminding myself that they’re in a band together, so styles would be mixed.

A part of me is like.. I think roadkill’s first album would be reminiscent of faith no more’s ‘the real thing’, or even some of Primus' stuff in some sense, plus similarities to Lynx and influences of industrial. i know thats a lot of random descriptions. I kinda think of (here’s a goofy genre for ya) sludge metal bands’ instrumental style, not necessarily vocal style... its hard to describe a band that doesnt exist. LMFAO

right now im thinking about 'the pot' by tool as a close example of roadkill.. im having a hard time finding artists that match scotch's vocal range even remotely. also doesnt help that the bands im basing this off of like tool and FNM dont exactly...fit into genres very neatly. roadkill and lynx wouldnt either. HAH. i just know it wouldnt be that high quality but definitely obvious theres a lot of passion in it. i mean this is just an album made by guys who dontknow what theyre doing. like at all. lol

Roadkill’s sound changes quite a bit their next album when seraph is involved. It becomes a lot more ummmm I guess palatable to more people? I don’t exactly know what I mean by that. Ok. LOL. I’ll think about it.. but this is around when Scotch realizes he wants this to be his job. Having Seraph helps A LOT with building a more dedicated and bigger audience, since they’re the one most willing to make changes. Plus they’re in art school, I feel like they’d have connections. So I guess roadkill would sell out in a way.

if you asked me this question a year ago i would have had a completely different answer. i wouldve probably said roadkill is pop punk or garage rock or something. i have trouble fitting scotch and atlas into a genre together. it fits scotch just fine and i think he would enjoy it, but its not roadkill.. also ive been thinking of stylizing roadkill as rdkill.. lmk wat u think.. im unsure about the name is generalHAHA. i know this is a lot so dont feel pressured to reply to everything LMAO im just thinking out loud. and drawing connections between genres that completely do not make sense. peace and LOVE<3

#cover definitely looks like it’s made on picsart but dats ok HAHAHAH #I know I’m throwing a bunch of album titles at u but I hope this makes sense HAHAH #Spotify #ive been typing so much i hope this answers your questions..! <333 LOVE YOU #asks #eucyon #roadkill

[adoremexxs]

What if you made a Zohakuten and reader story? Of course Im not meaning romantic since Zoha doesn’t date. Im talking like what if Reader became friends with Rui because Rui reminds them of their sick brother who passed away. Zoha doesn’t like reader of course but over time after seeing that reader helps take care of Rui and is nice to him, Zoha tolerates them. They don’t necessarily become friends but Zoha tolerates them. Sorry if Im bothering you with this, it just came to my mind! Have a good day/night!

You aren’t bothering me at all! I love this idea! Also I wouldn’t mind writing romantically for Zohakuten (he has trouble expressing feelings and doesn’t want to seem weak hence why he doesn’t really date because “dating makes you vulnerable and weak” he’s just scared of getting his feelings hurt), just absolutely NO NSFW. He’s a minor ☠️.

But thank you so much for requesting this! It’s a lovely idea!! :)

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“Pesky Gnat”

Zohakuten x gn! reader

I guess you would say this is platonic even though Zohakuten just tolerates them.

warnings: cuss words, duh! some name calling

i’m so sorry if it’s bad, writers block is terrible 😔

When you first met Zohakuten…

It was uneasy.

His orange eyes were glaring daggers into your soul. You felt like he had his hand wrapped around your throat and kept tightening his grip.

It was hard to even talk.

Zohakuten was something you have never seen before with his strange appearance…It’s not like he was ugly or anything! But the purple cracks on his forehead and eyes definitely threw you off.

Rui had introduced you and Zohakuten immediately called you a harlot and told you to get out of his sight! You almost fainted, in all honesty.

From the surprise of his foul mouth and attitude and from intensity of his overwhelming glare.

It looks could kill, you definitely wouldn’t have survived that encounter…

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Rui had told you what had went down after you left.

Zohakuten had called you a number of names and said he didn’t want to see you again. Rui said this was normal?!

You never thought that such a fragile, kind and gentle person could have such a mean and foul mouthed best friend.

Rui was the polar opposite of Zohakuten. Rui was small, weak, frail and was absolutely the kindest person you know. Rui would talk to everyone and treat them kindly. He left food and water out on the street for stray animals, Rui would even help elderly people cross the road despite being so weak himself.

You couldn’t help but be reminded of your brother who passed away a few years ago. Rui was almost exactly like him. You wanted to protect Rui.

You couldn’t protect your brother from the illness that plagued him but maybe you could protect Rui from it.

There was one problem.

Zohakuten.

Zohakuten is quiet. You didn’t notice him in your other classes until you met him. He’s insanely quiet when Rui is not around but even with Rui around, he still is ungodly quiet.

Though Zohakuten may seem “sweet” at first, the second he opens his mouth, something rude comes out. His knuckles are always torn open and bleeding because of the countless fights he gets in.

You honestly don’t know how he isn’t expelled yet.

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You had met Rui in class. It was your freshman year at a new high school. You fit in great, making friends easily.

You became friends with Tanjiro and his sister who introduced you to Rui.

When you saw him, you found yourself thinking of your brother.

Like your brother, Rui was sick. A weak body, one that could break with the slightest touch.

You and Rui immediately clicked, talking about all sorts of things. He showed you how to play cat’s cradle and you told him all about your old school.

Then he mentioned his best friend, Zohakuten.

You never thought when you met him that he would be as rude as he was. The way Rui described him, he made him sound like the nicest kid on the block.

Despite Zohakuten’s angry protests and death threats towards you, (yes, he sent you death threats to stay away from Rui) you and Rui continued to hang out.

He was forced to basically third wheel. He wasn’t talked to as much because he has so much attitude and hate that you didn’t want to talk to him!

So he took the time to observe how you treated his best friend.

Zohakuten had noticed how kindly you treat Rui. The way your touches with him are gentle, your voice soft and never raising, gently scolding him when he does something stupid.

All he could feel was a burning pit of jealousy.

You were trying to play cat’s cradle, Rui was laughing at you because you got your fingers all tangled up.

Zohakuten was irked. You made him incredibly angry because you took all of Rui’s attention off of him but you also made Rui extremely happy.

He was conflicted. Maybe he should be…nicer to you.

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All three of you were out in the city.

You had been friends with Rui for a long while now. Zohakuten seemed to pipe down on being rude and so cruel to you! It still didn’t stop altogether though. He made little jabs at you time to time.

You learned quickly that Zohakuten and Rui LOVE to go up to the city and shop. You all did it many times together.

Rui was dressed in a warm sweater since it was pretty cold out and you…underestimated the temperature.

You had worn a t-shirt and sweats. The sweats kept your legs warm but your upper body was shivering.

“Rui! You need to cover up more!” You insist, grabbing a pair of ear muffs from the car and forcing them on Rui’s head. “We don’t want you getting even more sick!” You had Rui’s face in your hands, smiling down at him.

You didn’t notice your own teeth clattering and the goosebumps forming on your skin. You were more worried about Rui. You worried so much about your brother whenever there were harsh winters, forcing him to bundle up in about 20 different layers. It brought back memories.

You almost didn’t realize the sudden warmth wrapped around your body. You certainly didn’t notice the beaming smile that was on Rui’s face now.

You had a jacket around you. It was heavy and warm. Where did a jacket come from? You didn’t bring a jacket. Then it hit you. Zohakuten gave you his jacket?! His custom designed one?! That he only lets Rui wear?! You had it draped around your shoulders and you turned your head to look back at Zohakuten.

Now he was just in a t-shirt and sweats. He refused to look at you, his face flushed a bright shade of red. “Let’s go.” Zohakuten started to lead the group to their next destination. You had no choice but to follow. You were afraid that if you spoke up, Zohakuten would push you into the freezing lake like he did that one time.

The jacket was so warm, it hugged your body like a giant comfy pillow. You always had admired his jacket, especially the dragon on the back. It was so cool. You were grinning pretty smugly. You got to wear Zohakuten’s custom made jacket! Designed by himself! Maybe there was hope for the future! He might start actually treating you like a friend.

This was an accomplishment in your books.

The jacket smelled exactly how you imagined. Like pine trees and earth. You were too focused on your own thoughts to realize that Zohakuten kept looking back at you to make sure you were keeping up and still with them.

.

.

.

“Ahhh! I love ramen sooooo much!” You grin, immediately stuffing your mouth full. Rui just laughed at you while Zohakuten rolled his eyes.

You and Rui talked the entire time, Zohakuten kept to himself. He had only given you his jacket to wear because he isn’t as cruel as he seems and also because Rui would be sad if you were to get a cold.

You were annoying to him. He called you names like “pesky gnat.” That one was his favorite one. He decided to tolerate you and somewhat protect you. It is what Rui would want him to do anyways.

Rui is completely infatuated with you.

It irks him but he’ll handle it just so Rui is happy.

Zohakuten picked at the noodles, not really wanting to eat. He was zoned out until your voice snapped him out of it.

Your beaming smile really caught him off guard. You were smiling at him, taking a photo.

“Wow! You’re really photogenic, Zoha!” Rui and you were staring at the phone, giggling. “I’ll have to send this to you, Rui.”

Zohakuten didn’t bother to yell at you for calling him “Zoha” even if it made him want to strangle you for even addressing him so informally.

You made Rui happy and that’s all that matters to him.

#demon slayer #kny sekido #hantengu clones #kny aizetsu #kny karaku #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #demon slayer aizetsu #karaku #zohakuten #kny zohakuten #rui #demon slayer rui #kny rui

[tokusaatsus]

Hello! that batch of confession hcs you did was so cute 🥺 hope you dont mind that Im asking for more! Midori and Tetora, please!

and maybe a little chiaki if someone hasnt already requested, as a treat

☆—MORISAWA CHIAKI

Who confesses first: Chiaki!

How: during a tokusatsu movie!

As a way for you all to end the day with some much-needed R&R, you and the RYUSEITAI gang have a weekly routine of watching movies at the end of the week together. Or, at least, you used to.

The movie is supposed to be chosen on a weekly basis, since that makes it so that everyone gets to choose at least once, but you somehow manage to end up forfeiting your turn to Chiaki every time.

You can’t help it! His puppy dog eyes are so effective, it physically pains you to turn him down…

But the Ryusei kids decide to put their feet down after the fourth time you agree to watch another tokusatsu movie as per Chiaki’s pleading request.

They’ve had enough.

After that, you’re forcibly booted out of movie nights.

“Sorry, senpai. It’s for the greater good.”

Shinobu-kun looks apologetic, at the very least.

Of course, Chiaki can’t stand to see any injustice happen on his watch and instead offers to have a special movie night with just the two of you.

You’re not even torn up about it, but the hopeful look in Chiaki’s eyes and the way he seems to sparkle at the thought of being your hero, even for a day, makes you agree.

Chiaki asks you if you want to pick the movie, and you say no.

The kids are going to be so disappointed in you, you think despairingly, when Chiaki picks–big surprise–a tokusatsu movie.

All things considered, even though Mechanical Violator Hakaider isn’t too bad, it’s still not something you’d consider watching in your free time of your own volition. 

Though, Chiaki makes a rather nice snuggle buddy if you do say so yourself. He’s lithe yet muscular, supporting your body as you curl into his side, his arm around your shoulders, your face buried into him.

At the end of the movie, Chiaki turns to you with a somber expression and you wonder if you were that terrible a movie partner.

Instead, what he says next causes a blush to erupt furiously across your face.

“Is it…is it wrong of me to say that I’m…kind of happy that you were kicked out of RYUSEITAI movie night? Because I got to spend more time with you, alone… Sometimes I’m jealous that other people get to spend so much time with you… I love being your friend…so…is it bad that I want more? And I might be reading too much into this but…I think you want the same?”

You?

Goddamn.

You forget sometimes that Chiaki isn’t just the hero-obsessed meathead everyone likes to paint him as. That he’s actually pretty good at reading people.

You’re stammering, because he’s right, but it’s still really embarrassing to be found out like that!?

Chiaki frowns to himself. Was he wrong after all? Do you not like him the way he likes you?

Finally, you manage to choke out a simple, Y-yes, I like you too, and he’s all smiley again.

“Great ☆! So…can I kiss you, babe?”

Ooh, boy.

☆—NAGUMO TETORA

Who confesses first: you!

How: after RYUSEITAI practice!

It’s the end of the day, and you’re ready to kick back and relax with your friend. Except you can’t, since said friend seems to be missing?

You know RYUSEITAI practice has ended, since you say Morisawa-senpai and Kanata-senpai a few corridors away, so it’s logical to assume that Tetora went back to his dorm. But you know better, so you keep going to the practice hall.

And lo and behold, what do you find but you find your friend sweating bullets as he runs through the choreography again and again.

As you watch, he stumbles over a particularly tricky piece of footwork, then curses loudly.

Why can’t he get anything right? He’ll never be a real man if he lets things like this overwhelm him. He needs to be better.

You call out to him and he looks up, a deer in headlights. What are you doing here?

You tell him you didn’t see him anywhere, so you came to check up on him.

Shame sinks in. He worried his precious friend and caused you to come all the way to the practice hall to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t even notify you that he was fine, or ask one of his senpai to do it for him… He’s a horrible friend, he doesn’t deserve you.

Of course, you notice right away that he’s feeling down, so you offer to stay and keep him company while he practices more.

Immediately refuses.

“No way! I couldn't bother you like that, you’ve been working so hard! You should rest! I’ll be fine.”

It’s because he doesn’t want to impose upon you he’s saying this, even though he’d rather you stay with him then leave him alone. But that’s being selfish, isn’t it?

You tell him outright he’s not a burden.

“Toracchi, I would do anything for you. I don’t mind worrying about you, because I love you.”

He blinks. You…love him?

You flush, realising too late what you said, but keep going. You love him and you want him to be happy, so if practising late makes him happy, you’re happy to just stay and watch.

Brightens immediately after you say this.

His energy levels have risen up! He is invigorated by your confession of love!

“I’ll do my best this time, for you!”

☆—TAKAMINE MIDORI

Who confesses first: Midori!

How: by accident! Poor baby…

You’re selling some Valkyrie merch that you created yourself, and you’re proudly displaying your wares at a booth near the gardens. Mika, standing next to you, clutches your sleeve, a little embarrassed by the large sign he’s holding that proclaims, Come support Valkyrie, the most amazing unit ever ☆!

Most of the merchandise are pins, keychains and the like, but there are a few stuffed mascots you’ve painstakingly taken the time to create: a black kitten with two-toned eyes, a pink fox with a haughty expression, a smaller blond fox situated next to it, and a small white and pink bunny.

Midori stumbles accidentally upon your booth, but his attention is immediately grabbed by the adorable plushies seated primly in front of him.

Oh…so cute…

You notice where his eyes have drifted off to and smile brightly.

“Hi, Takamine! Do you want a plushie! I’ll give you a discount, 50% off for cute boys only ☆!”

He flushes a light pink and mumbles, sure, because you’re being unbearably nice to him and if you could turn that blinding smile away from him that would be great, thanks

You give him the pick of the pile, surprised when he goes for the bunny before anything else. He snuggles it close to his chest and a faint smile comes over his features.

Cuteeee, you think to yourself. +10000 damage to your heart!

That’ll be ¥500, you chirp. Thank you for your purchase, and be sure to support Valkyrie more in the future! because you can never resist the chance to promote your most favourite unit ever (though, RYUSEITAI is a close second!).

Midori means to say, thank you, I love it, and then hopefully leave so he never has to see your perfect smile directed at him again but his brain has turned to mush when he sees you run your fingers over the spines of the plushies like…you’re petting them…

So instead, what comes out is:

“Thank it, I love you.”

There’s a moment of intense silence, where your stubborn attempt to make eye contact after that bombshell clashes with Midori’s equally stubborn refusal to look up. Mika’s eyes swivel between the two of you like he’s watching an intense badminton tournament.

Kill me now, Midori thinks balefully. If the Gods have any mercy they will strike me down right this instant and let me rot in the hollows of the Earth.

The Gods, of course, do not respond. Stupid fucking Gods.

“Aw, thanks! I love you too!”

Midori cannot fucking believe his ears. Neither can Mika, if the wide-eyed look on his face is anything to go by.

Oh dear, this is too much. Midori nearly falls flat on his face as he runs out of the area as fast as he can. Love you, babe~☆, your voice trills out behind him, and he feels his heart race.

Hnnnggg. He buries his head into the plushie’s stomach. You were way more trouble than you’re worth.

Oshi-san’s not g’na be happy, y’re fraternisin’ with the enemy, Mika warns. You giggle.

“Don’t be silly, Mikkun. Takamine’s too cute to be the enemy. Now…Amagi on the other hand…”

☆—notes!

WC: 1.4k words

kldsjfkdj hi anonnie! i hope this fits what u were looking for! midori’s part ended up being longer than expected (it’s even longer than chiaki’s!??!) but i had fun writing this ahahah. actually this is my first time writing teto ‘n midobean so sorry if they’re ooc qwq not me slipping in my subtle valkyrie agenda…but it is my duty as a valkP anyways, i hope u enjoy this! muah <3

#✒️...scribbles! #morisawa chiaki x reader #nagumo tetora x reader #takamine midori x reader #enstars x reader #morisawa chiaki #nagumo tetora #takamine midori #ryuseitai

[neatimmortal]

Snippet of something im working on rn

this is gonna get lost anyways lol. anyways here's your fanfic formalities:

heizou x GN reader! modern?au!

TW: Character death, direct mentions of war (not a specific just a war), implied terrible injuries but very vaguely described.

DISCLAIMER: this is part of a longfic im currently cooking, and plan to start publishing on ao3 (once i figure out how to even work the site). This is not proofread! I quite literally just wrote this. Excited for this project.

1k wk.

As the bullets flew, one thing was clear. This was the end. And by Archons had it taken its’ time, you thought. A hand that took you longer to identify as yours than it should’ve was wrapped tightly around your abdomen, in a pitiful attempt to dissuade the bleeding from continuing it’s relentless pace. Your ears had been ringing since you arrived here weeks ago, the non-stop firing of guns and other military-grade weapons of destructions and what have you. You had assumed your eyes to refuse to focus on anything much like how your ears never ceased to stop ringing however you had not been aware of just how unfocused they could be until you had caught a couple of bullets yourself.

Was it vain to be curious as to what you looked like? Not in the “I-hope-I-at-least-look-as-decent-as-I-can-be-given-the-situation” type of way, but just how harshly had this war torn into you? Did you look as bad as you felt? You pondered as you trudged along the debris and worn trees. You weren’t sure where you were going. Just away, was all you really could think at the moment. Away from the gunfire, from the yelling, from the flares, the blood, the death, all of it. Away from all of it. A moment of peace.

Surely you at least deserved that, right? Just a moment. Nothing shorter or longer. Just a moment, to tip your head back, breathe in some air that didn’t feel filtered through the horrors you had been facing for the past couple of weeks while being stationed here. Your feet made up the destination before your mind did, tripping clumsily and falling to the ground in a partially-shaded area in the woods. Not even the strength to complain, a moment of peace, was all you repeated in your mind, as you struggled and eventually managed to turn on your back and face up at the sky.

You must have been further out than you thought. That or you just never really had the time to admire the sky when you were busy reloading the gun you had been given. It was a pretty blue. Not a cloud in sight, yet the sun’s warmth wasn’t unbearable. It was almost comforting, like how a mother cradles their child in their arms to help soothe them.

It was by some misfortune that your moment of peace was so rudely interrupted by someone else. They were picking their way through the forest, much like you had been doing not so long ago, with heavy, labored breaths. It was an even greater misfortune when you managed to discern the sound and made eye contact with a reddish-brown haired man, wearing the enemy’s uniform.

You had no gun on you. Not anymore at least. You knew the exact reason you had come all this way out here anyways, and figured you wouldn’t need it. Would he put you out of your misery, with a bullet to the head? Would he be kind enough to do that? Or would he beat you as you slowly bled and laugh maniacally? War was a terrible invention from long ago that brought out the inhumane side of humanity. To your upmost surprise, he let out a breathless chuckle, before flopping down near you. “Looks like someone had the same idea as me. What are the odds?” He spoke, his voice was terse, no doubt in as much pain as you probably were.

You let out a similarly sounding laugh as you replied, “apparently greater than either of us probably realized.” After a moment (used to gather enough oxygen in your lungs to speak again, truly it was a feat at this point), you continued. “How old are you?” The man let out a cough, then a couple more, before responding, “20, you?” “19. Turning 20 in a couple of weeks.” “Happy early Birthday then!” He congratulated, mustering whatever grandeur he could, earning another strained giggle from you. It was quiet for a moment. Then two. Then three.

You turned to look at your companion, had he already left you? To some relief (ironic how you were thankful that this soldier that you had likely been shooting at for days on end was still alive, if you made it out of here you’d for sure laugh about it.), it seemed as though he was just coming to terms with it all, he knew as well as you. He hadn’t fallen too far of a distant from you actually. Mustering up some strength, you reached your hand out towards him. Thankfully, he noticed without you having to get his attention. Looking at your hand, then up to make eye contact with you, you could see the tears forming in his eyes. He stared at you for a second, his troubles all televised too well on his features before he spoke. “I don’t want to die.” He whispered, the joking tone from earlier miles away. His voice wavered slightly, likely from the tears, but it must have been the way that he said it that caused a weight to settle in your chest. Rather than breaking down, though you could certainly feel your own tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you simply nodded at him.

“Me either,” your lips pressed into a sad smile, as there was no help coming, Both of you knew it. That was why both of you had come out here. For a moment of peace. It was well deserved, wasn’t it? He nodded and took your hand, grasping as tightly as he could muster for some solace. The two of you laid there for some time. No words spoken, no more action took. You each just stared up at the sky, not daring to look at each other anymore (at the chance to see their new companion had already gone ahead of them), hands intertwined. It was not what you had expected when you began your march out here, but you doubted that his expectations were any different from yours.

A moment of peace was what you both got.

#heizou x reader #heizou x reader angst #heizou angst #idkman #i think i might be an old lady in disguise cause idk how to format posts here #dont let this snippet fool you this is a very short section of the fic #youtube:howtousea03.com

[lochness-art]

no one asked but here r my opinions on the new outfits since mayhaps they are the new Official Outfits??

ichiro - an improvement. i like that it's very true to his og outfit and i think it looks better with just red (rather than the red + blue), plus that weird white undershirt that i always hated is gone <3

jiro - BB YOU LOOK SOOO GOOD it's a p small change but i like it, i like the hoodie more than his prev jacket and i love that they kept his stupid nonfunctional flannel <3 but most importantly the HAIR AHHHH im OBSESSED WITH PONYTAIL JIRO. the only small thing i dislike is the lack of hat </3 rip jiros hat (2017-2023) you will always be remembered

saburo - i liked his overcoat from his prev outfit so this fit is a bit of a downgrade for me :[[ he still looks good though and v true to his character so i dont mind too much

samatoki - oh thank fucking god, an outfit worthy of his hotness. ive been mourning tdd samatoki ever since i knew of him and this blue leather jacket is SUCH a good look, and we didnt even have to sacrifice his tits out shirt. it's perfect

jyuto - good!! he looks hot as he should. the red gloves were iconic and will be missed but overall i think i like his new outfit better, it's a little less stuffy looking

rio - an upgrade bc he looks somewhat more like an integrated member of society and less like a permanent navy seal. i like that he got to keep his camo but also wear some normal-ish clothes

ramuda - this seems...p much the same except the jacket changed and he has a hat now? i think its a hat? i dont like the hat. the jacket looks good and i understand why its yellow but... i miss the turquoise... the turquoise and pink was iconic... :[ overall not bad but miss the old 'fit for sure

gentaro - idk i dont look at gentaro enough to know what exactly changed but he looks fancier. i guess he looks better? idk and idrc sorry

dice - SOOOO GOOD. like took all the essence of his og design but makes him look less homeless bc what was that trench coat. he looks so stylish im obsessed

jakurai - idrc about him but i think this outfit is def an improvement bc theres a bit more flair beyond just 'i am a doctor'

hifumi - i like it! white is a good colour on him

doppo - i think its an upgrade!! he looks a bit more loose and comfortable which i think is like...symbolic maybe. and he just looks better. good for him.

sasara - FUCK THIS WHERE IS HIS HOUNDSTOOTH. IT WAS ICONIC???? give him his full suit back cowards. also the bowtie is not giving. im sorry i just do not like this outfit. only good part is that he matches w rosho (they r in love)

rosho - again. i do not like this pattern. his old pattern was better. also he managed to look nerdy but still hot in his old fit now he kinda leans too much into nerdiness??? idk i just do not like it 😭

rei - i mean...it's okay but he looks so. neutralized. like he got an office job or smth. where's the dramatic fur coat and gold accessories and white pants and the red shirt and-- it's an ok outfit but as an official outfit i feel this is definitely a downgrade

kuko - i really like his new outfit, i LOVE the hoodie thing? i like how it keeps his casual yet buddhist look. his og outfit is also rly good tho and a bit more colourful so...idk, im torn on which i like better

jyushi - it is ... ok. it's pretty similar to his og outfit but i feel the execution is just...slightly worse. i prefer the original :[

hitoya - good! keeps the essence of his character, i mean i feel like it's p much the same except slightly diff jacket and he's draping it over his shoulders now lol. which is definitely a look and further increases his sex appeal-- imo--

#overall i think bb and mtc are upgrades #fp and mtr are about the same #dh and bat....downgrades #ESPECIALLY dh. god. they used to look so wacky and flashy as a group now they look so ????? nothing #text #longpost #hypmic

[fagdykegtws]

vent it's 1am

sometimes I see posts about people's parents being supportive of their interests, and I wonder what I could've had about that.

instead I'll sit in my room, smiling, laughing at a funny video, chatting with my friend, having fun and enjoying myself in my little safe space and I'll hear my dad laugh from downstairs and I'll wonder if it's at me.

why do I like the things I do? isn't it pathetic you're so invested in fucking minecraft roleplay? these creators will never know your name, but you still hold the time jimmy briefly said your name out loud on stream dear to your heart despite the fact you didn't even clip it, it just plays in your head sometimes. hi chewby, he said along with a long list of other names. he doesn't think about it and yet it felt like you existed for a moment.

it's unreasonable and incredibly paranoid, but sometimes I get scared and look through my phone for keyloggers that might've been installed, try and dig around my room for cameras and get scared new people I meet are my dad trying to fool me into trusting someone to tear it away and laugh. Point at the heartfelt messages I said to them and say isn't that pathetic? you trusted someone that much so quickly, this thing you said was so stupid. why did you say that? what's wrong with you? you're a fucking freak.

my mom says she tries not to let him have an effect on her life, don't be mad, stay apathetic. I would if I could. I'm terrified.

my only safe space had been torn away before, and it was one of the worse periods of my life. I was so disassociated I can't really tell you what happened in that time. I remember seeing a wildflower growing between the fence on my way home from school and crying. that flower got me through that day. I'm so scared of that happening again.

I pretend to nod along, I agree with every horrible thing he says, I have an entire horrible transphobic and bigoted story written out for how I use each social media I do use, and it's all to make sure he's happy and okay with me. I don't genuinely give a shit what he thinks, but I consider his opinion on everything I do to make sure I have a decent cover up story or way to hide it. I've done a lot, even as a kid to keep up that innocent perfect kid persona, even if then I didn't have a real reason to. I have zero respect for that man and yet I bow to him because I'm terrified. sometimes I wish I could've smiled and told him about the lmanburg flag I was sewing 2 years ago, and he would've smiled and listened to me talk. I think that conversation was ammunition. I hate talking about myself already, and I have extra internalized fear about my interests now. I assume everyone thinks I'm pathetic outside of my bubble, and it surprises me every time I see someone outside of the mcyt community not clowning on us or putting dni in their bio, thinking we're just weirdos. we're wonderful weirdos, I love what we've made here, but it's been ingrained into me to hate myself for what makes me happy.

I wish I didn't have to filter my thoughts. have cover up interests, pretend I'm so invested in a video game I haven't played in months. I've picked up my sister is masking and sucking up to him too. I feel bad for her.

im tired. I escape here and it's so wonderful, I can talk to people that make me happy and understand and won't lecture me and make me feel pathetic over the tiniest slip of my words. people will cheer with me, make me feel not alone, I love you all so much. you'll listen to me be happy, think about things that make me happy and interest me. even if I'm incoherent, even if you don't know what I'm talking about, even if it's too late and I'm making too many typos, I love you. I love you I love you I love you.

#vent #vent tw #delete later

[cassioppenny]

are there any other nightmare insecurity entities haunting any of the characters besides missingno in milesverse..........ALSO. if theres anythnig different from canon abt any of the gym leaders id like to hear it :)

hm well dawn and serena are possessed by giratina and zygarde respectively but that probably doesn't count. i don't have any plans for anyone else being tormented by evil shadow selves rn. maybe i'll think up something as i continue my marathon but rn nightmare insecurity entities are red exclusive sorry

as for gym leaders

surge, koga, sabrina, and blaine are or have been affiliated with team rocket. koga and sabrina aren't really willingly working with them for koga his daughter is being threatened and for sabrina they promised if she works with them that the pokemon tower will not be torn down for a radio tower (her family runs the tower and even though she's scared of ghosts she doesn't want an important burial ground for hundreds of pokemon to get torn down for capitalism). blaine assisted in the creation of mewtwo along with fuji and some unimportant blond guy. and surge is just an asshole (he becomes less of an asshole after red beats him)

blue kept getting in trouble for not using a monotype team while he was a gym leader. he eventually got fired post gsc and green replaced him lmao.

falkner, bugsy, and whitney were brendan's childhood friends before he moved to hoenn

not exactly differing from canon but mv hoenn is basically an orasified emerald so wallace is champion and juan exists

again not really differing from canon but NORMAN ISNT A SHITTY DAD like yeah he sucks ass at communicating with his son but he's not abusive like pokespe norman

anyway brendan's parents didn't know brendan went off on a journey and they don't learn until brendan (and wally) show up at norman's gym since he ran away without telling them

i think it would be funny if fantina had a weird gay thing going on with johanna. send tweet.

i really like the unova gym leaders as is so idk what to change about them except for kurusu obviously. maybe hilbert will challenge all three butlers like ash did in the anime idk.

dude i have no fucking clue with the kalos guys they're really forgettable sadly

mina find the weird kanto simulation thing (let's go) along with the kanto trio so that's why she's in let's go

this is more of a team yell thing than a piers thing but even though team yell started out as a a bunch of spikemouth residents it quickly explodes in members as marnie becomes the most popular gym challenger to the point piers can't control the hype around his sister at all. this gets so bad that rose ends up pitching to marnie to rig all of her future matches to her favor so they could make a ridiculous amount of merch about her so her fans could be happy

i saw a comic about larry coming from the real world but then getting eebied into paldea and i thought it was funny so i might incorporate it into milesverse. though im not sure yet incase the dlc gives us actual larry lore or something who knows

#milesverse #anyway yippie gym leaders!! #i do want to expand more on the gym leaders more eventually though #but anyway enjoy these guys for now :)

[istherewifiinhell]

back on the grief train woo woo (day recap) (most serious skip warning yet)

i have a predilectiction to not wanting to record or remember when (like the specific when in time) bad things happen. but in the last couple years of blogging, and i guess the year and change of drawing ive found a lot more appeal of recall. so i wonder if its not so bad to. record the bad. at any rate i dont think. not recording it makes it less real. which i think is the fear. and. my head is doing it anyway.

im doing this coping method questionable activity here instead of a journal becauseeee??? natural format my brains prefers i suppose.

to recap. the bad horrible no good very bad day

- i went to sleep late, as usual. i wake late. same. i prelong getting out of bed. also same. scrolling idly (or 'pre scrolling' the dash. i dont know why i do it)

- screams. screams and distress and misery and comforting a screaming distressed person. various talking down of hysterical lines of thought. (thats not an insult. 1. circumstances 2. understood behavioural trends) the joint and mouth gear i sleep in dont even come off until the screaming is done. have u every pet someones head in a wrist brace?

- lots and lots of crying. more comforting. the gear comes off. i brush my teeth. exhausted sitting and hovering around the. scene of the incident.

- migration to kitchen as food needs win out. all doors shut and all living beings collect. toast is eaten. water drank. etc.

- backup arrives. infomation is gathered. places are looked up and called. plans are formed. actions are taken. i mentally catalogue setimental, soothing, but give upable fabrics.

- i rip up threadbare torn bed sheets. i have to figure out how to get my dead cat into a box.

-he was around 12-15 pounds. we called him toddler sized and shaped. he had a mean punch and strong grasp. i taught him to sit on my shoulders, sometimes.

- realise how much heavier he is now. i cry. i cover him with the sheet. i somehow get it under him. hes stiff. even the tail. i cry. i pet his fur. i sob getting him into the box.

- backup apologizes. im on my knees. wailing. i think. definetly louder than anything ive done yet. backup gestures the dog at me. knowing my situation. distressee entered at some point. gets a hug from back up. i think i am gestured into the hug. i gesture down. im on the floor.

- i wail and am hugged.

- i am invited on the trip to the place. i gestures to my face. my sleep clothes. i dont see it happening. im told i dont need to be strong all the time. i reiterate. i really just wouldnt be able to get my glasses and a mask on.

- i dont see the box. i dont see much. at i dont remember if i have tea now or earlier. i soon as i hear the car go. im crying again. the sister cat meowing didnt help. i dont actually know or belief if that. i have no idea what she experiences. shes a cat. but. yeah.

- blogging happens? sometime happens? people return.

- im told. four years ago he developed a heart murmer. apparently thats a thing. 4 years. bengin to. serious.

- blogging happens. as well as algorithmic irony. i am asked if i want to watch something. i say. shower first. i forget ever song ive ever heard. for a moment. i settle on the album pocket.

- eventually i come down. i get food. we watch a movie. its a good movie. i have a nice exchange with a friend during too.

- i watch some dishes and realise. bizarrely. my old manager might find out about this. the vet was near to my job. the guy was friends with the techs. this was the kind of infomation he would share with me at times.

- youtube videos until the group disbands.

- i start recounting this my head

- i am wearing pjs i dont like. whatever the level for snotty sleeves where u chuck a set in the hamper has surely been met.

- typing this. using a spare pillow case as a hanky

- im gonna go and try and find the horse traqulizer of pleasant youtube videos.

#some shit #animal death #TRULY. this ones for my own purposes. i have no fucking clue what another human being would do being presented with this info and #am not expecting shit nor dick. #just me and my public internet diary okay?

[nickytheleech]

i will now be rating all the vault tracks and saying my opinion even tho no one prolly cares. these are like my real time reactions so my thoughts are all over the place and im sorry for that

Electric Touch feat. Fall Out Boy: I think this was the song i was most excited for because as a fan of FOB i was really excited to see how they would collab together. this song is really just reinforcing that she needs to do a rock album. i really like how they're voices blend and i think this is a great song. the meaning of it fits with a lot of the other songs, specifically the sadder songs. also the bridge has me covered in goosebumps. im going to give it a 12/13

When Emma Falls In Love: i really like this song. i can deeply relate to it. i love the little metaphors in it i think they just add to the sing so well. i'll give it a 11/13

I Can See You: i've seen a lot of people already talking ab this but anyways. i love the ah ah ahs in the beginning. it seems like a little throwback to mine and i could just be reading into it to much but that's the vibes of it. i also love the lower register she's singing in, like how she does in folklore. also the lyrics 🤭🤭. they're making me blush lol. her storytelling is amazing and i feel like im seeing the story in my head being played out as a movie. this song is a showing a side of taylor we don't always see and im loving it. this song especially with her lower voice (if you couldn't tell i love it) is like ear candy to me. this is a 13/13 song

Castles Crumbling feat. Hayley Williams: this is the other song i was really excited to hear. i love the way their voices blend as well. also i saw someone show the similarities between this song and ciwyw and now that's all i'm thinking ab. also hayley williams voice is also ear candy. even though i don't relate to this song on a personal level i still love it so much. also verse 3 i feel has so much weight and is a little for lack of a better word throwback to reputation and anti-hero and i love that. i love that in some way either intentional or not ties together. im giving this song a 12/13

Foolish One: im starting to notice a theme between all the vault songs (not that that's a bad thing). the chorus hits so close to home i thought she was watching me for a minute lol. actually scratch that the whole damn song is my life. "Now im sliding down the wall with my head in my hands" is how i react to every sad song she ever wrote lmao. this song was great 12/13

Timeless: wow im on the last song of the album. 104 minutes felt like 35. i don't think i'm ready for this to be the last song. i love this song and the meaning behind this. i think this song was perfect for speak now. "Story of a romance torn apart by fate. Hundreds of years ago they fell in love like we did. And i'd die for you in the same way if i first saw your face" this screams Romeo and Juliet, which immediately makes me think of Love Story. yet another instance of taylor tying all of her music together. once again i love the message behind this song. 13/13

wow that was a lot to write and read. if you got this far i'd love to hear your opinion if your willing to share. i can't believe i listened to the album in all one sitting. i started at 12 am and i'm finishing this up at 2:04 am.

#sntv #taylor swift #taylor you have done it again i can not handle it

[perenlop]

Bramblepaw?

im assuming u mean bramblestar and im so sorry for the out of context shit ur abt to hear. i would do what i remember him being like as bramblepaw but i don't think anyone cares abt that version of him so.

sexuality headcanon: straight

gender/pronouns headcanon: cis he/him

rate them out of ten: he gets a two bc i like him in tpb but oh my god after that he is unbearable. im not even just talking about squirrelflight, he's so nasty and annoying to read about and he never gets any real consequences for his behavior. people compare him to kovu a lot but in reality kovu would stomp on him with his lion paws.

favorite thing about them: uh. idk if it counts bc i havent read the arc yet, but the possession plotline in tbc sounds really cool. and again, i remember actually liking his small arc in tpb, i liked it when he got angry with fireheart for treating him poorly just because of where he came from (in a really good parallel to how his father treated fireheart for the same reason). it got ruined but hey it was a good moment while it lasted.

least favorite thing about them: its hard to choose. him never getting any consequences for training with hawkfrost and tigerstar besides hawkfrost dying. him being nasty to squirrelflight all the time. the insistence that hes a great dad when he disowned the three immediately. his drama with squirrel literally being dragged into the present apparently. everyone thinking hes justified for some reason... literally saw a popular artist portray him being a dick to squirrelflight about wanting more kits as like a "stand up against your cunt wife" moment when in reality he was throwing a tantrum that his wife wasn't being his personal hypeman and he turned to mocking her request (that she had dropped without issue when he disagreed). kinda want to go through with my hawkleaf au just because bramble actually faces societal consequences for what he did with tigerstar at least.

why i first started liking/disliking them: i mean i think its kinda clear. he's an abusive prick to squirrelflight from tnp and up.

do i relate/project onto/kin them?: no

favorite quote/moment: again, him standing up to fireheart, and later denouncing his dad in front of bloodclan.

my fav ship: no one

my fav platonic friendship i remember liking his bond with tawnypelt a lot. wish it wasn't ditched after tnp.

a ship i hate: bramblesquirrel.

do i prefer canon or fanon? i don't like him

random headcanon: he projects his issues with firestar onto sparkpelt. he kinda pressured her to be like him and was very pushy about it, driving a wedge between them. therefore, they're not really close. it's like full circle from what firestar did.

what color do i picture them as: is this pelt color or like a color i associate with him? pelt color is that he's a brown tabby, color i associate is yellow.

cat breed headcanon: don't really have one in mind

unpopular opinion: hm. idk if disliking him counts anymore. i guess i'll repeat that he's kind of a bad dad (even with his bio kids, him making alderpaw be a medicine cat rubbed me the wrong way when i first read it)

things i associate with them: thorn bushes because of the one omen he got

song i associate with them: thus always to tyrants by the oh hellos

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them: torn between the do you love me map by morphinetarantula and the exit by weesmeet. i enjoy the first one as a complete project kinda better, but i have a ton of nostalgia for the latter.

#kirisakin #mail

[kewltie]

what’s your fave flavour of bkdk — any particular AU or tropes that you have or haven’t written yet? also are there any pieces of media that you like to take inspiration from to write their relationship? i feel like you’re very consistent in the way you write them, they never feel out of character no matter what universe you put them in. it’s quite amazing!

hi anon!!

im SO sorry this is super late!!! cringes i got distracted with some stuff sorry!!!!!!! but to answer your question im kinda torn b/t domestic super close bkdk who lives together and do everything as a couple but arent a couple at all??? like that's such a vibe where you're basically living in each other pocket and doing everything that is a married couple does but the feelings hasnt caught up yet and idk i like that a lot. another flavor of bkdk that i talked about where they're super intense about each other - katsuki is all consuming and his love is an ocean w/o borders and izuku is bottomless well that katsuki can pour all his love into. it's just soooo idk intense and terrifying bc how overwhelming it it but for these two it works bc their both ppl of extreme so yea.

i think i dabbled into a lot of diff trope and AU, i try not to restrain myself on anything, but there's like two particular things i want to try but i never have the courage to bc im not smart enough to write it LMAO. i want to do a 'horror unlimited' thing idk if ppl know this but it's a very common trope in china and even in japan too where you're trap in a horror/life or death scenario where you have to play out games and do crazy stunts in order to survive. it's really interesting and very clever. i always want to try it but it takes a lot of skill and creativity to come up with the survival games for it and im not that smart LOL. maybe one day!!!! i also would love to write a crime scene/detective murder mystery thing where bkdk and their friends basically an elite unite of investigators solving serious crimes like serial killers and such. im obsessed with csi, criminal minds, and law & order so writing a fic base around that is a dream of mind but once again i dont have enough knowledge to write it but ONE DAY, ONE DAY!!!!

i dont think there's any particular media that based bkdk but i just have a very vivid picture of bkdk in my head and i staunchingly stick to it (that's why i don read bkdk anymore LMAO bc it's so severe). for me i put that in a lot of AU setting but i try very hard to keep the core of who they are like izuku being kindhearted even if i write fics where he landed in the LOV's lap and is raised by AFO, i cant see him changing his kindhearted way and it's something i work into the fic how his struggles with wanting to help ppl and wanting better for the world torn b/t knowing his father and the ppl around him are VERY, VERY BAD PPL. it's good shit lol. katsuki is similar that he's a person full of flaw and is a general prick but he's really just an awkward boy who's trying his best and he may not always be kind but he's a good boy underneath all that rough edges and that he cares more deeply than ppl realize. i try to keep that inherent 'core' of their char so even if i do funky and weird setting that seem out of place for who they are, to me they are still recognizable as bkdk so that's super important to me.

so thanks so much for saying that their char is consistent for you bc ahhh that makes me happy!!!! :DDD sorry again for the late reply and i love all your questions, they're very fun to answer.

#ask

[necromycologist]

rating 'fantasies' songs by their tlt vibes

recently i got really into this album and ive been listening to it nonstop and i got the urge to make this post so behold.

Help I'm Alive

we open with a BANGER. the whole heart motif beauty of existence thing is very tlt in general but "if we're still alive my regrets are few/if my life is mine what shouldnt i do" feels like it could be ntn cam+pal perhaps. 6/10 for general vibes not really going anywhere specific tho.

Sick Muse

i could see this as a convo between gideon and harrow. "pull your little arrows out an let me live my life" she WOULD say that about love... ily harrowhark necro'mancer nonagesimus lyctorway keep sticking your middle finger up at preps. but the main event is "all the blondes are fantasies/we looked at them eleven ways/you said look at me then looked away" like i dont even need to explain this one. YOU SAID LOOK AT ME THEN LOOKED AWAY the orpheus and eurydice the betrayal the hurt why wont you eat me please please consume me why are you saving me sorry one sec. ill shut up about greek myths now. 7.5/10 that one lyric saved it for me

Satellite Mind

this song is so strange and offputting it has to be about our favourite little bone nun <3 its givin htn harrow "i can feel you most when im alone" um the body the body the body "flashback of a feeling/sixth sense of a calling" its the love! that they couldnt take away!! 6/10 because i think that the dreamy freaky what the fuck is happening are suuuuper htn however the actual lyrics arent super close

Gold Guns Girls

i want this song to be about ianthe tridentarius soooooo bad... i want it to be about our favourite perpetually thirdweeling failgirl so much... like ive never wanted anything else ever oh my GOD... "i remember when you were gambling to win/everybody else said better luck next time" underestimated at canaan house anyone? anyone at all? no takers?? no??? 3/10 because despite my deepest wishes this is just a good song thats not about gay catholic homestuck 😔

Gimme Sympathy

slightly ironic gtn griddlehawk at its finest. "get hot/get too close to the flames" oops! now ur her cavalier "wild open space" gideon-gettin-shocked-by-days-on-earth-emotional.png "talk like an open book" not with that vow of silence. idiot. "sign me up!" shes not signed up haha "ill remember someday all the chances we took" not after the lobotomy u wont lol "we're so close to something better left unknown" cough cough LYCTORHOOD. 9/10 manifesting kiriona giving harrow sympathy after all of this is gone in alecto

Collect Call

hiii ntn fans i prommy i didn’t forget abt u! this one goes out to the psychosexual mess of role playing and bad meals enjoyers <3 "i know it's a lie i want it to be true/the rest of the rot is riding on you" oh boy like i said psychosexual mess... pyrra dve my beloved "wishing you could KEEP! ME! CLOSER! IM A LAZY! DANCER! WHEN YOU MOVE! I! MOVE WITH YOUOOOOOOOOO" oh lord nona placing her hand on cam's shoulder like palamedes would. oh lord being so close in one body and yet a second apart. 8/10 should be higher but i started Having Feelings about nona's death again and couldnt finish listening to the song

Front Row

this is a john song if I’ve ever heard one. “burnt out stars they shine so bright… all of us” is def. giving lyctor vibes. (just children playing with reflections thinking they were stars grauauauagh etc etc) plus plus “he’s not perfect/he’s a victim/of his occupation/social insulation/secret intervention” like fuck dude he really is!!! pilot that president around ordinary dude fuck the world up with your good intentions!!! 10/10 this song is the brainrot undying the kindly prince of my lyctor brainrot

Blindness

besties ngl i am INCREDIBLY torn on this one,,, on one hand “what it is and where it stops nobody knows/you gave me a life i never chose/i wanna leave but the world wont let me go” goes crazy hard. like harrowhark ‘cursed to keep living’ nonagesimus? hello is that u? on the other hand the whole opening sequence of this is very blood of eden coded… 5/10 this song has a very Character Energy about it but i think i must accept that that character is probably not a tlt one

Stadium Love

ohohohoo! here she comes!! this song IS about canaan house like the whole thing n nothing will convince me otherwise. "wanna make a deal/angel versus eel" hm im getting gideighth betrayal vibes from this "rabbit versus dove" WHAT DID I SAY colum get back here your government assigned fursona is in the song "owl versus dove" uuuuuh this can be about the sixth being cool basically whenever because sixth -> wisdom -> athena -> owl. idc that they live on mercury fuck off. the blorbos may be smart but i dont have to be. btw camilla hect if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out plz respond and then hang out with me on thursday night when im free. u can bring your necromancer too if yw. "every living thing pushed into the ring" duel time every (necro)man(cer) for himself "guess you thought you could just watch" go on enforce that cohort order judith! it wont backfire at all haha! "NO. ONES. GETTING. OUT" well. uh. none of them are. plus cant you just see the Character Portrait Flashes AMV Moments to the wooowooos?? cant you??? "without STADIUM LOVE" the last time they say this w the beat drop it should be gidedeath cytherea duel epic timez and then the echoing "love love" at the end is harrow waking up and mouthing The Three Syllables TM. 11/10 somebody lend me their animation skills please i would be sooo epic and responsible with them i have a Vison...

in conclusion thx for listening to my deranged ramblings (if anyone actually does.) please go listen to fantasies its so so good... message me and we can brainrot thru it together xoxo

#tlt #home cooked hijinks #fantasies by metric

[mu-pt1]

love song

Ive always heard stories about how you can tell when people are depressed. not just by the things they do but just how they looked. you can see it all in their face no matter how hard you try. it become even more obvious when you can relate to them. I always thought that was just a lie. someone could smile in your face the whole day and yet still have to ponder on the thought if they actually matter when theyre alone. until one day, 2 or 3 days ago actually, I was looking at old pictures of myself and you could really see it. not only was I standing in the bathroom by myself, you could see the tired look on my face. you could see how sick of living I was. you could see how lonely I was. it was all in my face. I feel so bad for my past self. I used to hide in the bathroom during lunch because I had no friends. I used to take pictures of myself and wonder why nobody liked me. I was completely by myself and it sucked so badly. my heart was so torn in two. I couldn't handle it anymore. Im not sure how I even lasted as long as I did. man. thats a time I hope to never go back to again. id much rather just ball up and die than suffer through that all over again. the person I am now is the person I would've cried all night to be. infact, the person I am now is the person I used to write about in all my stories. I used to have an entire 2nd identity set up and I used to yearn to be her. her name was brook. she had it all. she had a boyfriend. guys who loved her. girls who wanted to be her. many friends. and she was in every school club you could imagine. I guess I could say im similar to her now. (besides the boyfriend part. sigh)

although I am the girl I used to write about, I refuse to ever allow myself to actually be her. brook is still her own person at the end of the day. she had things that I will never be able to experience. and although I did used to yearn for her, I think im just fine with who I am now. (even though who I am now totally sucks sometimes) brook blossoms. I am just now growing.

“I was happy to be around the people I knew and grew up with. And most importantly, I was happy I was me. Who I grew to be. Who I am now. Who I was then. I was just glad I was Brooklyn and nobody else.”